Naturist Freedom Christmas Novels & Stories

“Sometimes people evolve. Sometimes they’re chosen. Sometimes…” She glances at Milo. “…they’re born knowing too much.” Milo presses closer to me. Lucien steps slightly in front of us, the blue light pulsing harder. “Noelle, move. Don’t make this uglier.” “But ugly is fun,” she giggles. “Besides, she needs to hear the rules.” My throat tightens. “Rules?” “Oh, Elora.” Her voice turns soft. “You’re leaving me out of the Christmas spirit. This is tradition.”

I had made it. ‎People rushed past me—families reuniting, couples holding hands, businessmen barking into phones—but I stood frozen near the curb, a small island in a chaotic sea of coats and scarves. A giant Christmas tree glittered near the taxi stand, its lights blurring as my eyes stung. ‎ ‎*Don’t cry, Ariana. You promised Mom you wouldn’t cry.* ‎ ‎I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of jet fuel and roasted chestnuts, letting the memory of the goodbye at the terminal back home wash over me.

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

Lena came a second time, intensely and quietly moaning, the legs tightly around him slung. Alexander followed her with a deep, long moaning and then kept her as if he wanted to keep this moment forever. Then they lay naked under the thick blanket, the fingers intertwined, while the snow fell quietly outside. “Good Christmas,” Lena whispered happily and kissed his chest. Alexander smiled and drew her even closer. “The most beautiful Christmas so far. And there will be many more.” The first big Christmas was over. The Voss family celebrated it with love, laughter and warmth.

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”

He could not sleep or eat well these days. He always thought of me when he had moments of free time. He would then go to the villa in the mountains. He believed I had nowhere to go. If I left the pack, I would become a rogue werewolf. He thought I had lived enough of that life and would never go back to it. The villa in the mountains was not large and could not be compared to the one I had just destroyed. In the past, Lawson and I would live here for a while after winter began. We sat before the fireplace and cooked meat stew, then watched the moon over the snow at night.

'' Hey i have an idea , we can celebrate Christmas here along with us '' Noir suggested . '' Hey good idea '' said Celia . '' NOt a bad idea i guess '' said Adam . '' But i don't feel like celebrating '' Arthur said '' there's no one in my family now no dear ones '' . '' Who said you don't have a family ?aren't we your family ?'' Noir asked . '' But '' Arthur paused '' i don't want to cause any trouble for you i am already causing trouble for you all '' . '' It's not a bother at all '' Adam replied . '' We will be happy to celebrate human christmas '' Celia said . '' Yes we would be very much happy to , bu we have a problem '' Noir commented .

my eyes accidentally went lower than they were supposed to, startling me into turning my face away as it heated against my caramel cheeks. I fiddled with my fingers nervously as I tried to keep the image out of my head, "something you should know is that in this era, you can't walk around the place naked. We're always covered unless we're alone in our home. You can't be naked in public... or in front of me and Liza." "I'm sorry, since we turned so often into our wolves, my people and I are accustomed to nudity," Axil apologized, coming to sit on the chair opposite me... this time with the towel wrapped around his lower half instead of his head.

I am beyond excited to be going to the most romantic city in the world. Blake helped me undress and I helped him. We took a quick shower and did our favorite activity in the shower. When we got into bed, sleep took over immediately. I got my Alpha for Christmas.

I want the man who should be off-limits to be the one who ruins me—slowly, deeply, completely. They say Christmas wishes are supposed to be innocent. But mine isn’t. Mine is needy. Mine is sinful. Mine is the kind of wish I whisper only in the dark. So Santa…if you’re listening…if Christmas magic is real… All I want for Christmas is him. His touch. His mouth. His body tangled with mine. His desire unleashed on me. Give me him, just for one night…or forever, as a Christmas present, if you’re feeling generous. This is my secret wish. My confession. My forbidden fantasy. My Christmas sin.